I Am the Prison in Your Memory

Maybe it was a big dream in Spring and Autumn. Shi Wangshu woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes with all his strength, what he saw was not hell or heaven, but his long-missed parents. There were no gray hairs and no wrinkles. There were laughter and laughter in his ears. Was he reborn? I thought, no matter what, just make an effort, God, please give me less regrets and less pain.